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“How was your day at work?”
the velvety voice asked Jinger through the phone before she could
even get out a breathless “hello.” She had just walked into her
house when she heard the phone ring. Running over to answer the
call, she was delighted to hear it was Martin.
“It was hard, long, and
without you there, somewhat unbearable,” she playfully complained.
“I really need someone to come over and rub my poor aching feet.”
“If I were there, I would
do more than rub your feet.” Martin’s voice sounded husky.
“And I’d let you rub more
than my feet,” Jinger replied, kicking off her shoes and sitting
down on her sofa. “I would let you rub me down from my head to my
feet.” Feeling bold, she continued. “And if you’re good, I’d even
let you suck on them.”
“And I would suck on all
ten of your tiny digits, right before I licked my way up your legs,
right into your hot little cunt.”
“You are so nasty.”
“And you like it.”
“I love it.”
Sighing breathlessly, she
paused before asking, “So when are you coming back home?” He had
been overseas for a couple of weeks, and although nightly Internet
sex was exciting, she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her.
“I don’t know.”
A knock at her front door
had her distracted. “Hold on a minute, someone’s at the door.”
Hurrying toward the door, she yelled, “Hold your horses,” right
before she swung it open.
“Oh my God!” she yelled
as she jumped up at Martin, her arms and legs encircling his neck
and waist as she kissed him passionately. He held her up by the
waist, walking her back into the apartment as he kicked the door
closed and headed to the bedroom.
Copyright © L.T.
Rashard, 2007.
All Rights Reserved,
Loose Id, LLC.
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